I have this dream
“Someday I’m gonna make it big”
And I will actually get paid a livable wage
Writing poetry
Then I
Get back to reality
Wash up
Get into my car to start work
And deliver to all the
“Well-to-do’s”
Their pizza
Their pasta
Their Yum Yums for the day
In order to survive
And the only thing I can think of
While driving around
Is what I’m going to write about next
I’m Driving 65 miles an hour down
The road during rush hour
And I am fixated on
What rhymes with “dreamer”
So I can use it in the next stanza
After work
Somehow I never crash
And being in this poetic mindset
Makes time go by faster
Six hours in
I’m driving around and
In my mind I am building
That next poem
That next stanza
That next rhyme
And the ideas that go along with it
I’ve driven professionally for years now
Not one traffic ticket
Its as if the rhymes in my head
Ward them away
I don’t know how many poems
I’ve written
This way
Can’t jot a word down
But the ideas just keep flowing and flowing
Faster than my car can move
Faster than my mind can think
And nothing can stop them
After work is over
I’ve done One hundred and fifty dollars worth of
Driving and I have finished
The outline of two poems
I guess the dream is alive